Doesn't look like much when u walk by. But this playground is so fun and amazing to play on and…read morehave fun. As a 5th grader at this school it is a wonderful school. If u move to Anchorage I would recommend Northwood. Staff is amazing. Mr Norman and Ms hersh are my favorite teachers. Honestly amazing school for all ages.

A great school with great programs. An excellent example of what a school can be. The entire…read moredistrict could learn some things from the way this school operates.

**How an Ohio Citizen Rizzed Me: An Essay**…read more I never thought I would become a firsthand witness to the legendary phenomenon known as *Ohio rizz*. Like many, I believed the jokes--Ohio as a mythical place where strange confidence spawns out of cornfields and gas stations. Yet one ordinary day, an Ohio citizen entered my life and absolutely rizzed me, changing my perspective forever. At first, there was nothing remarkable about him. He didn't arrive on a tractor or announce his Midwestern origins with a monologue about the Buckeyes. Instead, he carried himself with a calm, almost confusing confidence. This was the first sign of Ohio rizz: subtlety. While others try too hard, the Ohio citizen lets silence do some of the talking. He spoke like he already knew he belonged in the conversation, which immediately caught my attention. The second stage of being rizzed was the humor. Ohio humor is not loud or flashy; it sneaks up on you. One moment you're having a normal conversation, and the next you're laughing way harder than expected. His jokes were dry, oddly specific, and delivered with perfect timing. It felt less like he was trying to impress me and more like he was simply being himself--an energy that is dangerously effective. What truly sealed my fate was the unexpected sincerity. Ohio rizz thrives on authenticity. He listened--*actually* listened--and responded in a way that made me feel like my words mattered. In a world full of performative charm, this felt rare. The Ohio citizen didn't rush the moment or force a vibe. He let the connection marinate, like a slow Midwest sunset over a parking lot. By the end of the interaction, I realized what had happened. I had been rizzed--not loudly, not aggressively, but efficiently. Ohio rizz does not announce itself; it simply occurs, leaving you slightly confused, oddly impressed, and questioning your previous assumptions. In conclusion, being rizzed by an Ohio citizen is a quiet yet powerful experience. It blends confidence, humor, and sincerity into a surprisingly effective form of charm. I may never fully understand Ohio, but one thing is certain: the rizz is real, and I was not prepared.

While turning from Northern Lights onto Bragaw, I slide into the median/snow berm and my tire…read morebecame dismounted from the rim. I pulled into the East High School driveway to assess the situation and change to a spare tire. One of the maintenance men saw my situation and was very, very helpful in getting my tire changed and getting me out of the driveway in time to avoid the afternoon student pickup rush. So thankful for the helpful attitude and good work of the maintenance staff at that location. Dan S.

I visited East High as a coach for football…read more I can't say much about the inside other than to say the locker rooms were clean. The parking lots and entrances are the main focus of this post. There are lots of entrances, but not ease of movement between them. If you're going to a football game, you'll want to enter from Bragaw street. There are two parking lots. If you're coming from Northern lights you'll want to turn right on the road past the back edge of the school nearly to the housing development. I think they should install signage directing people to try field (and other locations). I spent quite a bit of time entering parking lots only to exit them because they weren't connected.

What a great school! Sure there are some provincial parents who think they are big fishies in a…read morelittle pond, but their cliquish attitude and annoying brood do not detract from all of the great kids and staff that run this school! Shame I had to leave the lower 48 to get a quality education for my son. Bigger shame that we had to leave! Ms. Moran, we miss you so much!

This is where my daddy works! Friendly place for the most part. Strictly for workers and ASD…read morepersonnel. Working for them isnt to bad either. Both of my parents work for the district and I did last summer for a job in maintenance. Really had a good time for a job!